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Mortality Defiled Such a silent boy being beaten up inside by himself You'd think he'd set it all aside, put it on the shelf He can't quite seem to ignore the voice screaming inside Screaming for something to break and make it bonafide There's a pounding that is not his heart beating within No, now there's a noise that speaks to him like sin Telling him of all the joys he can find through this Hell And with no angels to save his grace he might as well Such a tiny seed that grows in to the most amazing tree And it has taken root in him for the rest of eternity All he needs is something to kill the pain he feels each day But it's not going to happen, not without a dreadful pay His only escape was so calculated by the worst evil he knows It will soon leave him a soulless wreck, and it already shows Oh it's a hard work trying to decipher his own morals and deeds Understanding and compassion are really his only needs He looks to any salvation he can find and only loses more He finds himself in a darker place than he was before Child, child with nothing left inside but a void of pure hate Dear sweet morsel of redemption has been given a horrid fate Well I guess it's the story any demon would tell you But did you know for most us mortals it's just as true? - poet Darká |